(apologies in advance, but for some reason I can't hit Enter to start a new paragraph) Last night my crying wife woke me up and told me my best buddy for the past ten years has died. Our cat, Peggy, was lying downstairs motionless. We have no idea why or what happened. Just two hours prior she was on the bed rubbing on the edge of my laptop screen like she always does because she does NOT like to be ignored. That cat followed me everywhere. Incredulous, I walked downstairs, saw her and called her name. Of course she didn't move. I touched her, she was still warm. My wife was woken by our Min-Pin and she thought she wanted to go outside. That little dog tried to get us to save her friend. They slept together, played together, in defiance of the "cat vs dog" theorem. I touched Peggy's toes, they were cold. I picked her limp body up and noticed her eyes were fixed. Yes, my buddy was gone. Yes, I'm a 52 yr old former Marine, but I sat on that floor and wept like a smacked 5 yr old. We wrapped her in her favorite towel (silly cat loved sleeping on towels), and buried her in our backyard. This morning on my way to work (I tried to act "normal" today; that didn't work, went home two hours later), my trusty ol' vape just wasn't cutting it. I bought a pack of Marlboro's, lit one, although it tasted like crap, I smoked it. Left the remaining pack in the outside break/smoking area. Good-bye Peggy, Best Kitty in the World. Thanks for all the Meowers when I opened the door at the end of the day.
